Dawn Breaker (Anna)

 Oblivion, looking down on Tamriel:

“Ah yes, the Dragonborn. What a little cutie pie, sure had a lot of fun with her, would do it again, if only Azura and Hircine would let me…” Sanguine sighs, pulling up visions of the Dragonborn. “After what you did last time, absolutely not. Hircine do you agree?” A silent nod from the prince of the hunt is given to say no, in agreement with my protest. “Can I at least have some fun with the Nerevarine then, my lady?” Sanguine asks with puppy dog eyes. “N.O. He has better things to do.” I remark “Such as?” Sanguine questions in reply “Well, keeping master Neloth out of trouble with Mora, assisting Grandmaster Eno Hlaalu with finding more of Mephala’s artifacts, various other tasks for house Telvanni, hoping the queen mother doesn’t end up with another unexpected pregnancy, helping Fyr with his research, the list goes on.” The price of debauchery sighs “Well surely he needs a break then Azura!” Meridia suddenly appears and hushes Sanguine immediately “We have a predicament!” She shouts “Someone is defiling my shrine in Skyrim, north of Solitude and I want something done about it!” Skyrim you say? Looking at the rotating pool of visions of one certain rather adorable looking hero, I come up with an idea “Meridia, dear friend- do you still have that beacon of yours?”

Solitude, capital of Skyrim, Tamriel:

It is far too early for the sun to be this bright, I think to myself rolling over and pulling a pillow over my head “Farkas, I know you’re up- and you didn’t sleep, so do tell me, what time is it?” I ask, voice muffled by the pillow. “About 7:30 in the morning.” I groan, far, far too early for such nonsense such as this. However hard I may try, I am all in all unable to fall back asleep, a gnawing feeling that something is going to happen keeps me from my rest, and so, however reluctantly, I get up.

Having heard my huff of annoyance at getting up Farkas briefly glances over in my direction “You’re up unusually early.” He remarks going back to his book. “Couldn’t fall back asleep, blasted sunlight woke me up.” I roll over on to my side and throw a harmless ball of magic in the direction of the nearest sun facing window to vent my frustration. “Well, in that case- what do you want to do today?” Sitting there on the bed for a moment I think to myself, what do I want to do today? A very good question, indeed. “Well, seems to be nice out, want to go on a bit of an adventure?” Farkas closes his book and looks at me “Only if it doesn’t involve chasing after you at midnight through The Reach. Once was more than enough, let me tell you that.” He says with a smirk, though, to be fair, a daedric prince was involved in that particular situation. Adventuring it is then, and a lovely day for such an activity.

Getting out of bed reluctantly I walk over to him and sit in his lap, plucking whatever it is he was reading out of his hands and putting my arms around him. “An adventure does sound fun, for later. But- it’s still so early, not befitting time to go out chasing around. Perhaps there are other things we could do? To pass the time?” I ask, glancing at the bed. “Are you trying to seduce me into healthier sleeping habits?” He asks removing one of my arms from its grip. “No. I’m trying to seduce you in general. Now the answer, yes or no?” We sit silently for a moment before I’m picked up and tossed onto the bed.

I guess the answer was yes.

After dragging myself out of bed for breakfast and a cup of coffee having spent a lovely hour or so fooling around and then taking a well deserved nap the day does finally start around 10:00 in the morning. Chores are done, Sofie and Runa awoken, fed, and sent off to play with friends for the day, and a general route for adventures is planned. “What do you know about that sort of shrine up on the hill outside the city?” I ask Farkas while looking at the map and drinking my coffee. “Not much, I think it might be a daedric shrine, but not one of the evil ones. I know it’s not Hircine, though- so must be one of the others.”  He replies poking his head over and looking at the spot I’m pointing to on the map. “Want to check it out?” I nod, I have an inkling it may be connected to the odd feeling I have. Daedric princes do love toying with people, after all, no matter if they’re considered evil or not.

Shortly after having decided a general plan and the needed supplies packed, the two of us set off to explore, not wandering too far, have to be home for dinner after all. Luckily, the area outside Solitude has a number of things to explore, from the lumber mill by the beach, to the lighthouse further down the road, and even up to the dominion embassy in the mountains...though we avoid that if we can. On one of our little excursions we come across a large chest, and inside it is a most peculiar object. A roundish orb of some sort, I pick it up and it almost seems to glow, then- a disembodied voice is heard “a new hand touches the beacon! Bring it to my shrine and be rewarded.” it explains before disappearing and the light dims from the beacon. How peculiar indeed, I guess I was right in my feeling like something would happen today after all. “Well, that was certainly...odd. But, we now have more reason to check out that shrine? Always good to look in random chests?” I hold the beacon up and smile awkwardly before stashing it in my bag and moving on, drawing a small chuckle from Farkas who follows me as we continue on our excursion of the day.

The shrine itself is not far from the city, it’s a wonder it’s not more noticeable, being located up on a hill not more than a mile up from the main road leading into the city of Solitude. At the shrine there is a large statue, with a pedestal in front of it. “Must be a shrine to Meridia, from the looks of it.” I murmur looking at the statue in awe, the stone carving is exceptional. “She’s one of the ‘good’ Daedra, right?” I’m asked and I nod “In the scheme of things, yes. If you want a longer and more complicated explanation, ask Sammie or any of our other Dunmer friends. They have a much more in depth understanding of the daedric princes and their alignments with good and evil.” I pause on the steps to catch my breath for a moment “I can tell you though...Molag Bol and Mehrunes Dagon are definitely evil. No question about that. Sanguine is a trickster.” Farkas makes a noise “Sheogorath is The trickster. Mephala likes to lie, you know about Hircine. There’s a bunch of others. Issy has also met Sheogoraths alternate personality.” Poor Issy has had far too many run ins with less than savory daedric princes, and people in general. In the center of the shrine there is a beacon looking gap that seems to be missing its item, and so, taking out the beacon I place it on the pedestal, and a flash of light emits from it up into the sky. The light beam now makes the statue look like it is guiding the light from the beacon...how interesting. “My temple has been desecrated, you, oh hero, must cleanse it. In return you shall be rewarded.” The bodiless voice booms again. “Desecrated how?” I ask in a voice no louder than a murmur “Draugr, the restless spirits, awakened by necromancy- an evil and unjust practice.” The voice replies, fair enough. Could be worse I suppose. Sighing I conjure some armor “Well Farkas, looks like we’re clearing out a temple.” His shoulders drop with a noise and e pulls out his sword “Never liked Draugr...they’re annoying.” He complains to himself. Eh, they’re better than zombies for sure. Cautiously we enter the temple.

For daedric shrines, this is perhaps the largest I’ve been in, the ruin sprawls on in a maze of twists and turns. Eventually though, we figure out where to go, and once having formulated a plan, clear the ruin in good time. At the end of the temple, having destroyed the necromancers, I find a sword “I now dub you...Dawnbreaker. You may take the sword, of the same name, may it be a light for you in dark places and bring you to victory.” The disembodied voice explains, a notable relief is found in its tone of voice, a change from the obviously stressed voice heard earlier. “Who are you?” I ask the voice and in a flash of light a woman in bright white robes appears “I am Meridia, and I now name you my champion.” She says before disappearing as quickly as she came. “Was that a daedric price?” I ask Farkas, stunned, who nods, equally as stunned. I put the sword away after looking at it for a moment “dawnbreaker huh? Cool name for a sword.” I remark, stashing it for safekeeping. The two of us exit the temple, sitting overlooking the mountains for a bit and processing today’s adventure. We do get into some interesting situations, the two of us, sometimes very interesting situations.

Since it is still not even midday we decide to take a walk to the village of Dragonsbridge not far from Solitude. We enter the inn, having had to push our way through some soldiers who have no spatial awareness at all and are as thick skulled as the castle walls. A seemingly familiar man stands in the corner wearing mage robes. Solitude is not extraordinarily far from the border of High Rock where I come from, and Bretons are naturally talented with magic, so I can see perhaps why someone would be here…but he seems...off, somehow. “If he offers to play a game with you in exchange for any kind of magic item I don’t care how cool it is you say no.” Farkas whispers, practically pulling me away from that part of the room. “But...magic…” I whimper back with a pout, looking at the man in the corner.

We find a spot on the opposite side of the inn that’s quieter now that the soldiers have finished lunch. “Do you remember that incident with sanguine?” Farkas asks, still staring at the man in the robes from across the room. “What you mean the one where I played a drinking game that I won by the way, got drunk for the first and only time in my life, played a bunch of pranks with who turned out to be a daedric prince, had probably the best climax of my life and a very nice morning, and got a totally awesome staff?” I pause and add sarcastically “No...no not at all.” Farkas gives me a less than amused look “You forgot the part where you and Sanguine left me in the middle of nowhere outside Rorikstead.” He adds. Right, that part, I did somehow omit that. “Sorry?” I get a blank expression in reply “No. Magic. Bets.” I pout, but agree.

That agreement lasts all of five minutes after the man in the mage robes walks over…

Oblivion, looking down over Tamriel:

Now where did that cheeky bastard go? “Meridia, have you seen Sanguine?” I ask the white robed woman, who shakes her head “No, but I did meet the Dragonborn, she helped clear my temple of those awful Draugr! Very nice girl, gave her Dawnbreaker as thanks.” She explains very excited. The Dragonborn...Sanguine did mention wanting to “play” with her again even after I explicitly told him not to. Oh this could end badly… “Where’s the Dragonborn now?” I ask attempting to pinpoint the girls location “An inn outside Solitude. Why? What’s gotten into you, Azura?” Meridia asks as I attempt to maintain my composure. “Sanguines being an idiot and I have to stop him before something bad happens. Now do you want to come with me or not?” Meridia quickly changes to her most often assumed disguise, that of a Breton woman. “Ready when you are.” Let’s hope things haven’t gotten too out of hand by the time we arrive.

The village of Dragonsbridge:

“Anna what did I tell you all of five minutes ago?” Farkas asks, calm, but with a definite annoyance in there somewhere “Oh something about magic bets and not to get involved but hey there’s no drinking is there?” Our conversation is interrupted as two women enter the inn, drawing our attention. They seem familiar with the mage who had just offered me an abundance of soul gems in return for a small favor of sorts that had not yet been agreed to or explained. “Ah! Samuel, what a surprise!” The Dunmer woman with shoulder length black hair and a silver circlet that matches her flowing dress exclaims. The mage, now identified as Samuel seems certainly surprised. “Ah...Meimei, and Merida, I wasn’t expecting you here. What brings you to Dragonsbridge?” The three talk for a few minutes while Farkas quietly and calmly scolds me in the corner for lack of common sense, especially since Samuel looks and sounds very similar to the Sam Levine that ended up being Sanguine. After a bit of thought, he is right. But soul gems that are filled already are just so hard to come by and...ah, wishful thinking. With daedric princes there is always some kind of catch.

Having finished their conversation the women come over to us “We’re sorry, our friend can be a bit of a trickster, we’ll get him out of your hair now. Apologies, again.” The Dunmer woman says as the redhead Breton manhandles the man out the door. “What are you two doing out here anyways?” She asks, “Just exploring, and decided to stop for lunch.” The woman smiles softly, though a smile seems somewhat odd on her face, for whatever reason, out of place. “Well, enjoy your lunch, and the rest of your day. Sorry to bother you again, farewell.” The woman bids us goodbye, her dress swishing behind her as she crosses the common room and leaves the inn.

Outside yelling can be heard shortly after of “what the blazes were you doing?!” And “I just wanted to play with her a little, what do you want me to say!” Before there is a loud exasperated sigh, a sort of banging sound, and then silence once more. “I don’t know about you but I’m pretty sure that was Sanguine again, and this time Azura and Meridia who stepped in before chaos happened again.” Farkas remarks taking a bite of his food. “Where’d Azura come up with the name Meimei though? Why not Azula or something?” Farkas shrugs and says to ask Valan while pushing a plate toward me and telling me it eat before it gets cold. He doesn’t seem all that fond of Sanguine, and I guess understandably so...though aside from being confused and left around Rorikstead for the night, we did have a very nice time the next morning? My cheeks go a bit warm at the thought of it, in fact. That was certainly a night to remember...even if I didn’t remember most of it until it was explained to me.

The food is typical inn fare, nothing extraordinary, but it’s good enough in the scheme of things. Better than anything one could find in Morthal, the next larger settlement to the east of Solitude where an old crone who sees visions is Jarl among the swamps and steaming wetlands...I despise Morthal with a passion. Too humid for my tastes, and I’m not overly fond of vampires. In between bites of stew I examine the new sword courtesy of Meridia for helping clear her temple, Dawnbreaker, she called it. It seems to be of elven make, and particularly useful against the undead of any sort, understandably so, and Meridia hates the undead and necromancy.

Opposite from me Farkas sits having already finished and his eyes look between the sword on the table, examining it, and me. “Whatcha lookin’ at?” I ask taking a bite of food and he tilts his head “I’m trying to decide what to do with you later.” He remarks, rather nonchalantly. Oh? Well, this could get interesting, that’s for sure. “Why?” Though I have a feeling I know the answer already… “Oh, you know, just because you were willing to do an undisclosed and potentially dangerous favor for a stranger that seems to be Sanguine...again...for some soul gems.” My guess was correct. With a feeling of guilt I look at my hands in my lap and mumble an “I’m sorry.” And I am, it is true I do have a complete and utter lack of impulse control when approached with fancy magic items. Luckily, I’m forgiven...mostly.

The stew had gone cold by the time we finished discussing why impulse control is needed in a variety of situations, and how I am still in some sort of trouble, and that Farkas is still rather pissed off at Sanguine, and by association, somewhat at me, for leaving him in the middle of nowhere. To be entirely honest, I would be too, and if I know anything, it’s that “punishments” aren’t entirely unpleasant things. I’ve been bad, as has sanguine but that’s unrelated to a degree, and so, I deserve it.

It’s dusk by the time we get back to the gates of Solitude and enter the city to find Sofie and Runa playing with the local children outside the inn. Both girls run up to us and ask if they could pleaseeee have a sleepover with Mila, the innkeepers daughter, for the night. The two of us look at each other for a minute, and agree. We had our own plans anyways, we’ll see the girls in the morning. Having told them we love them and gathered their things Sofie and Runa run off with Mila back to the Winking Skeever, the inn her father owns. “Always thought that was an odd name.” I mumble, looking at the sign. “Well...he did own a skeever that winked, I can see where the name comes from.” Who would even want a pet skeever in the first place? They’re giant rats!

“You don’t think Sanguine is watching us again do you?” I ask, looking up at the sky as we walk home. “I hope not, I’ve had enough of him.” Understandably so, I would be too if he got my partner drunk knowing they don’t drink, knocked me out, and left me in the middle of nowhere with only a trail of chaos to follow. “He’s a trickster and the price of debauchery and parties, what else would you expect?” I ask, taking Farkas’s hand “He just likes to play with people.” I add with a slight grin. We climb the steps and get to the door, while still caught up in thought I’m pushed inside and against a wall. As much as I do enjoy gentle, soft, warm, morning cuddles, I think that I may actually prefer this to it...or, I enjoy this and then cuddles afterwards, there is an order to things.

“So I assume the plan is to wind me up until I break and then give me all the cuddles I deserve?” I ask as I’m pushed into the stone “There are more details in there, but more or less, yes, that’s the plan.” A hand wraps around my throat while the other pins my arms above my head and I’m held there for a little while. “Are we just going to stand here or are you actually going to punish me??” I ask, attempting to wiggle my way out of the tight grip. Attempts prove useless, I’m stuck until the grip is loosened and my arms are allowed to fall to my sides. Before I can rub my wrists which had become sore I’m told to go upstairs, and not wanting to end up being actually hurt, even if it’s a complete accident as a result of not knowing ones own strength...as once happened when I gave Farkas a nasty cut by throwing a book at him during a meltdown, I comply and bound up the stairs, looking back every couple of steps. He seems annoyed, perhaps, but not angry. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him angry. Vilkas on the other hand? Definitely seen him angry...absolutely sure about that one. I turn around once I reach the landing at the top of the stairs, only to be turned back around and pointed in the direction of the bedroom. A logical choice, private, quiet, may or may not have a small stash of ribbon for particular uses...and has easy access to a bathroom, and, of course, has a bed.


“Sooooo...do you have a plan?” I ask cheekily walking backward into the room looking at Farkas who follows, shutting and locking the door. “Not particularly, other than somehow incorporate patience and impulse control...and I know you learn best by doing.” The gap between us is closed quickly “First things first of course, what do you want to say if you need to stop?” Looking around the room I try my best to think of a safe word, aha! “door hinge.” Farkas looks back at the door “That was the first safe word I ever came up with, an amusing story. I’ll tell you later.” But first...I take his hand lightly and swing it back and forth a little “as for now, since consent has been established, you are obviously pissed off at sanguine, annoyed with me, we’ve come up with a safe word, and even I admit I could be in need of being taught a lesson...want to toss me around like a rag doll and let off some steam?”

The answer comes in the form of a kiss as I’m pushed against the wall with a hand around my throat. It’s rough, but not violent. Perfectly practiced and well maneuvered. I can feel my heart racing already. Who knows, the title Dawnbreaker may live up to its name by the time we finish, it’s gotten late into the night already. Time flies when you’re having fun, I guess.

However agitated he may be, at least this time I’m given the option, the command really, to take off my clothes, at least to my underclothes, rather than having my dress ripped to shreds. The windows may be closed and the shades may be drawn but bits of moonlight slip through illuminating the floor. With speed built from years of repetition I undo the laces fairly quickly, with only minor slip ups every now and then due to poor fine motor skills and rather than having to tug the dress up and over my head, having undone the lacing in the front, I guess where one would call the bodice, I simply push and dress off my shoulders and in one fluid movement it falls to the floor in a pile around my feet. The air feels infinitely colder standing there in just a loose fitting and rather thin camisole and a pair of boy-shorts, it’s cold even for Solitude. Farkas remains unmoving and fully clothed, seemingly thinking- planning perhaps.

“You’re impulsive when it comes to magic do you know that?” I’m asked as I’m picked up and set on an unused dresser, and a hand begins to wander while the other keeps me stable, my legs dangling off the edge- I nod in reply as a rough squeeze against my side takes my breath away “At least you’re self aware.” I reach out to touch, get closer, craving the warmth and human contact, but I’m denied as one hand takes ahold of my wrist and gently puts it back by my side “Not so fast, I thought of what to do with you, my pretty little friend, you need to learn to be patient. And so how should we go about that in a way that you learn your lesson, but it’s not overly cruel? Any ideas of what I thought of?” I look down, both attempting to avoid eye contact and to think, looking at my hands. “No touching?” A nod in reply “Precisely, don’t worry, you’ll get your chance...eventually, but for now, I’ll still touch you.” A hand angles my face up so we are face to face to illustrate the point “But you have to control that impulse to ‘help’ and keep your hands to yourself. How does that sound, hmm?” Feeling myself grow warmer by the second I squirm “What happens if I can’t?” A shrug in reply “I’ll probably bind your hands for a little bit. We shall see.” A warm hand snakes it’s way until it’s resting on my leg, a welcome contrast to the cold air. I don’t think my ill fitting camisole helps with hiding much with the cold, but I digress. “You really have no inhibition do you? We’ve just been talking, I kissed you for what a minute, and very very lightly choked you, really?” I make a whining noise “It’s not my fault I have a hormonal imbalance- I don’t even have a sex drive it’s the systems fault!” I protest and get a light pat on the arm in return “I’m just kidding you, Anna...mostly.” On that note I’m picked up and tossed on the bed.

“If I let you go can you keep your hands to yourself?” Hmmm… “Perhaps” there’s the sound of a hand rifling through a drawer before I’m sat up with my hands placed behind my back and something soft ties them together. “Not even a challenge?” I ask, attempting to undo the bindings. “You didn’t give a clear answer, so I assumed the answer to be no.” I pout and continue to wriggle around trying to undo the ribbon “Since you seem very adamant on trying, come here, I’ll undo it for now, but if you get impatient and try to speed things up on your own I will tie you up again.” Much better, now to just keep my hands by my sides and try my absolute best to keep my impulses in check. We’ll see how this goes once my hormonal system kicks into overdrive. The ribbon sits close at hand as I’m maneuvered about, all the while I continue to be talked to, told about how yes it’s annoying to be patient but it pays off in the end, and that you should always listen to a proposition in full before agreeing to any kind of favor no matter if it involves magic items or not, and that it’s understandable why I’m impulsive, and impatient, and however tedious that can be, I’m still very cute. Being very lightly pushed over I lay down on to my back and a hand reaches between my slightly spread out legs, slowly moving upward, out of instinct the muscles in my legs and pelvis contract at the stimulation, and the point that I’m very cute is reiterated with a kiss...even if I can be rather naughty sometimes. I just can’t help it, what can I say? And maybe I like to be a bit devilish at times, purely because I can.

The pace is tortuously slow, though I guess that is the point of all this. Learn to be patient in a more entertaining way than having to sit and count how many people pass through the halls of the Blue Palace over the course of waiting for three hours. One hand moves from my side to wander up to my chest until I remember the agreement and almost stunned I quickly put it back down, fidgeting by gripping my fingers into the sheets and allowing my body to arch up in search of the touch that while certainly pleasurable, is far far too slow at this point. Pulling back, leaving only my wrists gripped tightly the comforting touch rescinds all together and I let out a really rather sad whimpering noise. “Use your words, I know you have lots of them. You do speak about three languages, after all.” I let out a groan of annoyance and toss my head back against the bed “Too slow!” I protest with a huff of annoyance, one hand squeezes my wrist “That is exactly the point. So far you’ve been doing pretty well.” I perk up and look at Farkas at that note “I said pretty well, not very well.” He says with a grin and hauls me up so I’m sitting “But, I think you might be in for a little more of a challenge now. And to perhaps make things a little bit rougher just for fun- what do you say?” I don’t think I could nod fast enough. Soft, gentle, touches have a time and a place, usually lazy mornings where one can sleep in. Now is not one of those times.

Having been picked up again and set back down on the floor it takes me a second to adjust, luckily I don’t fall, however, my legs so certainly feel odd. After ensuring I am in fact able to stand I’m crowded back over into the corner against the wall next to the door. “So let me run through this again, you plan is to essentially tease me until I’m oh so very close to simply bursting, stop, wait until I’ve calmed down, and do that over and over again until you think I’ve been patient enough and then and only then will you let me finish?” A nod “That is exactly the plan.” Oh that is a good plan, while it can get agitating if dragged out for too long edging can be fun from time to time. “And if I misbehave you’ll tie me up?” At that questions my arms are taken and pinned above my head “Or otherwise restrain you, yes.” Ah, I can feel the threat of raging hormones rushing through my system threatening to make my knees weak “Good plan.” I manage to choke out, blushing furiously, one hand keeps my own two stable above my head as I’m pushed into the cold stone and the other wanders, pushing, pulling, and whatever else it can conjure up as I’m kissed nearly just as hard, and when I need to come up for air instead things move to my neck, my head begins to swim and I nearly start to shake from the overstimulation- suddenly, there’s cessation of all movement. “Oh come on!” I feel like I’m nearly about to cry by now, though I can always say the safe word to stop, that’s not needed in this case. “Just a tiny bit longer, you’ve been very good. Really, a very good girl.” The praise is nice as hair is very softly stroked out of my face. I can be a brat sometimes, and I do somewhat like to cause trouble, but there’s something about being told that you've been good that is just so appealing.

By now it must be late, and having toyed with me enough by pressing me into the stone cold wall, we move back to the bed. I go to say something, fidgeting with my hands, and the hem of the undershirt, but stop, instead making a barely noticeable noise. “What is it?” I look at the floor “Can I ‘help’ yet or no?” Carefully I’m picked up and placed back in a similar fashion to how I was earlier “Not quite yet.” A few more touches here and there until I’m brought to the edge and down again, before being sat up and placed very delicately in Farkas’s lap, who still remains fully clothed. Impulsivity gets the better of me and I reach out to try and undo part of the shirt but with a tsk that hand is taken and placed behind my hand as is the other that had remained by my side, and they are tied together with the piece of ribbon that had remained close by. Out of sheer annoyance I make a sound in which the reply is a touch that takes my breath away from me and leaves me quite literally shaking. Oh please just a bit more of that and I’ll go over the edge, I think to myself while trying to calm myself down. Farkas, as if having read my mind, doubles his efforts and seeing I am very very very close to simply breaking whispers “it’s okay” and quiets my very relieved noise of pleasure at finally being satisfied with a final hard press and repetitive circles until I stop shaking. “Good things do come to those who wait” Farkas says with a small grin, pulling back, and undoing the ribbon. “I like these kinds of lessons. Hands on approach. Very effective.” I mumble falling against him in a post climactic daze. My entire body aches, twitches, and even having spent however long being winded up and brought down, I am still somehow cold.

Skyrim really does have awful weather. Farkas cards a hand through my hair as I sit slumped against him, sleepy, sore, and exhausted, but content. “Do you want to take a bath?” I’m asked and nod in reply, but when I begin to be set down I protest “noooooo” only stopping when picked up again and taken with him to prepare the bath. Luckily, I am light and easy to carry. A nice warm bath is just what I needed…and a snack...and a nap would be useful too.

“Want to join me?” I ask as I’m set down, and get a shake of the head saying no. “Not even with your clothes on?” Another shake, and a reply that he’ll take a shower after I’m finished. With a frustrated huff I tug off my undershirt and out of my underclothes, slipping into the warm water. Ah, this is more like it. The soapy water is a fun distraction as well, and an excellent way to stim. Farkas sits on a floor towel nearby, seemingly in his own thoughts, until I draw him out of them by throwing a ball of soap bubbles at him, before looking away as if nothing out of the ordinary happened. Out of the corner of my eye I can be seen I’ve being given a look for a few seconds before he goes back to whatever he was doing, and with a barely noticeable smirk, I focus on actually getting cleaned up now.

Now, having cleaned up and gotten changed I return back to the larger room, sitting at the edge of the bed. Out of the blue my stomach grumbles and I become aware that I am in fact, for once, hungry. An unusual, and rather unpleasant feeling. I very rarely get hunger pangs, usually just a sense of nausea. “I’m hungry…” and almost surprised Farkas turns his head to glance at me “You know where the kitchen is, Anna.” My shoulders drop and I frown, I don’t like going downstairs by myself at night. It’s dark and scary and I don’t like the dark. “Right, you’re scared of the dark. I know...bring the new sword with you if you really want to, it’s essentially a weaponized nightlight.” That’s...not a bad idea. Reaching over to the top of the chest where the sword lays I pull it out and it illuminates the dimly lit room, it really is a weaponized nightlight. With a sigh I put the sword back and stand up, giving Farkas one more glance before inching my way hesitantly out the door, sword in hand, and down the stairs to look for a midnight snack.

Lucky for me, a few lights are still on, and Jordis, the housecarl sits at the kitchen table looking over some sort of paper work “Good evening, my thane. Everything alright? Why do you have a sword?” I pull out the sword from its scabbard a few inches, letting it light up the room some “I’m scared of the dark…” I sheepishly admit “And wanted a snack.” Jordis moves her seat slightly to allow me to more easily rummage through the cupboards before I settle on a glass of milk and a piece of toast, bland, but filling enough. “It’s a nice sword.” The housecarl says examining the sword on the table. It takes me a moment to respond as I had been holding a piece of toast in my mouth and taking a bite and swallowing hard finally reply a simple “thanks.” before scurrying back upstairs wishing her goodnight and saying she should really go to bed at this time of night. Housecarls, however, not unlike a certain trio of insomniatic lycanthropes I happen to know, can be incredibly stubborn when it comes to sleep.”

I carefully place the sword back where I found it, luckily not having to use it, when I finally return upstairs. By the time I return Farkas had just finished getting dressed, perfect timing. I split the second piece of toast with him, going to bed on an empty stomach is never fun, and waking up with one is arguably even worse. “Discover any monsters downstairs?” Farkas asks as I put the sword away. “Hahaha, very funny.” I reply sarcastically “No, I didn’t. Only toast, milk, and the housecarl who I told to go to bed.” I add, taking a bite of toast.

Later that night:

Unexpectedly there is another thudding noise that distracts us from our late night chat and finishing our snack, and we look up to find none other than sanguine in his disguise once more. “Oh I’m sorry? Is this a private home? Must have gone to the wrong place!” The price remarks jokingly. “Sanguine?” I ask, the prince, still wearing the face and garb of the mage from earlier waves “Hi cutie, just wanted to pop in for a minute quickly. About that proposition from earlier…” he begins to speak but Farkas interrupts him “not interested, thank you very much.” The prince pats him on the shoulder “Oh don’t be like that, do you really resent me that much? All I did was get her drunk, go on a little rampage, knock you out and leave you in a field, and leave a trail of chaos and pranks for you to follow, it’s not so bad, in the scheme of things.” Farkas responds that yes he is in fact still salty about that. “Anyways, the proposition isn’t for you, it’s for her.” He pauses “However, it does involve you…” Farkas mutters an “of course it does” Sanguine grins devilishly “Didn’t let me finish wolfy, the proposition is essentially what you two were planning on doing and did in fact do anyways, I just like to toy with people and find what makes them break...and I wanted to play with you again but Azura and Hircine wouldn’t let me.” Poor Farkas looks incredibly confused. “He wants to watch you break me again.” I summarize and Farkas makes a noise “Could have just said that or watched from oblivion. You’ll have to wait until another time, we were about to go to sleep.” Sanguine signs “Of course I already missed all the fun, or at least being involved in it. Fine! I’ll come back another time. Maybe on the road huh, up for a little threesome at the inn of everybody’s favorite village in Whiterun hold?” With a laugh the prince disappears through a portal.

“Can Hircine drag him to the hunting grounds or something?” Farkas asks. I look at the new sword that lays on the dresser “Maybe leave smiting the prince of debauchery to Azura and Meridia, they know what they’re doing.” I reply, pulling him down and giving him a tight hug “Will you at least have slightly more impulse control when it comes to magical items?” I’m asked as a hand cards through my hair. “Eh...debatable.” A sigh is heard in return. “You deserved every bit of punishment you got you know…” I grin and move closer “Trust me, I absolutely know. If I didn’t, why would I do it then?” The two of us continue chatting in the darkness until I begin to feel sleepy, I am reminded that Dawnbreaker glows softly in the darkness, a light in dark places indeed. “At least I got a super cool nightlight” I murmur, my speech slurred with sleep as I look toward the sword, getting a small laugh out of Farkas, who agrees, yes, even if I have no impulse control and can be a total brat, at least I got Dawnbreaker, and that’s pretty cool. Between the glowing sword and the light of dawn peeking out from the mountains I finally fall asleep.

The realms of Oblivion:

“I’m backkkkk.” Though I’m met with the angry faces of Hircine, Meridia, and Azura. “Hi friends?” I say waving awkwardly. Unwavering glares, and a growl of “Sanguine” by Hircine. “Oh come on I didn’t even do anything this time!” The three begin to stalk toward me “You know what, I’ll just go hang out with the Eternal Champion or Hero of Daggerfall instead, none of you have their hands on them as far as I know!” With a quick disappearance I head for daggerfall, though Meridia yells “Sanguine!!!!” After me. Right…forgot about the whole undead, Meridia, and Hero of Daggerfall thing. She’s going to be angry…oh well, might as well have fun while I can!